Well Bottom Blues

Oh my God it's full of stars!


Holiday in Cyclothemia

Informally known as “BiPolar III” it is that disorder’s slightly less demented cousin and counts as “in remission.”

April 31

is International Surrealist Poetry Day!
Celebrate with your favorite elephant
sycophant. Read them a bowl a alphabet soup
omitting the vowels. Watch them writhe
with excitement in South Pacific musical
mescaline color! (Gonna wash that man
right out of our hair and yeet him into
the sun!)  Zebra stripes forever from shining
sea to purple rain god sacrifice of pledged
virginity! Fruity planes crossing over
orchards of transgendered flowering trees
serviced by bumgry non-judgmental bees.
It's Twilight in the Land of the Free-
form skaters in black light fluorescent
sequins performing Whimsey on Ice.


It's an all inclusive Altarcation on the
Good Ship Interplanetary Disney with
a daily parade precisely at 5830:00
Venuvian time of anxious ovulating
princesses waiting for a prince's kiss
to bring the bliss. A light show of
exploding drones to follow, then
the stampede to the exits as
the castle disgorges every Disney
villain armed with a chainsaw.
Unattended children and exhausted
parents will be spaced as the
evening entertainment. Dancing after.

Every monster car dealership flag
will be lowered to half mast at every
sparrow's fall. Superfluous lawyers
and Congress people will be employed
in a Vistatastic volunteer corps to tag
and monitor each bird. These avid
volunteers will be housed in surplus
refugee tents donated by United
Palestine and fed exclusively
on items prohibited on SNAP.
These meals will be silent except for
readings from The Federalist papers.


Every neuro–divergant child in school
will be equipped with unlimited Red Bull
and a can of capsicum-infused Silly String
for the correction of non-accommodating
teachers and administrators. The pledge
of allegiance will be replaced by
theater kids doing a musical rendition
of a work selected by the Poetry club.
Mathematics will be abolished.
As an economy measure, PhysEd
will be replaced by a period of kids
running on a treadmill to power
the school. Jocks will remain 2 hours
after dismissal to charge the batteries.








        



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About Me

Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis,  What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).

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